Death Intertwined

The ebony wall pushing me from behind
The wall and my back are locked, intertwined
Heels almost dragged under as it goes
My gaunt eyes staring forward, froze

Ahead at the white line past my nose
I count on my fingers all my past woes
Shoulders pushed forward with my head hanging low
Cursing it’s not my fault, I’m predisposed

Awake in my apartment the line’s on the mirror
I take what’s there to make my mind clearer
The dream starts over being pushed from behind
My head and the white line are intertwined

© 2011 Michael Yost

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-59.html#more

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34 responses to “Death Intertwined

  1. Oh, man, that’s a dark place to be. So well described, Michael.

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  2. kind sad, how are you?

    keep smiling, you rock.

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  3. How are you?

    Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,

    Bless you..

    Keep it up!

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  4. Michael, been there, too. Never stopped to take a look at how stupid I looked in that mirror, with a dollar bill stuck up my nose like a bad party favor. And yes, there was a time when I thought THAT was where true clarity was… thank God we are both past it. And the time we squandered? Never comin’ back. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/22/after-all-abc-weds/

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  5. I hope the new day will bring brighter thoughts and words! We all sometimes go into the darkness, but the dreams are our way back …

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  6. Hello Michael.
    Totally vivid!
    Congratulations on being “free” for 21 days. I wish you well on your new beginnings and hope your days will indeed be brighter.

    Thanks also for visiting me earlier. Appreciated it.

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  7. Such a sad & dark poem, one that probably needed to be written…but so well done on 21 days! You star! 🙂

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  8. Bravo! I have kicked the cigarette habit many moons ago. 21 days, there’s no going back. Good on ya. : )

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  9. How terribly sad. But congrats on 21 days of freedom.

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  10. Sad and touching….but cheers to you in kicking out that cig~

    happy sunday ~

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  11. booguloo,
    Very powerful and honest words. Great feeling of need.
    Great self determination required.
    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  12. Congratulations on breaking through the wall of addiction!

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  13. Every journey begins with today. You can’t relieve the past, but you can change the future. Congrats on 21 days cigarette free. You have made a good start on THAT journey, Michael!

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  14. Subtle, and gritty…cool poem B.

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  15. you go boy.. It is always a death when you’re letting go.. Gives room for something wonderful to take the place of it.
    peace out.

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  16. Oh my. Felt like I was in that dream … trapped! So very well done, Michael.

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  17. Oh those white line memories…
    Good poem Michael.

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